The Canvas of Forgotten Skies
I arrived on Veridia in the sixty-third cycle of the Colonial Assessment Year, carrying a cultural survey tablet and a skepticism that I now recognize as the professional arrogance of someone who had never encountered a world that refused to be categorized. Veridia was a mistake of the oldest kind — not a deliberate error but an incremental one, the sort that happens when a committee decides...
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